A Rocking Hymn (George Wither Poems)
Sweet baby, sleep! what ails my dear, What ails my darling thus to cry?Be still, my child, and lend thine ear To ...
Sweet baby, sleep! what ails my dear, What ails my darling thus to cry?Be still, my child, and lend thine ear To ...
Lord! when those glorious lights I see With which thou hast adorned the skies, Observing how they moved be, And how their splendor ...
The Indian weed, withered quite,Green at noon, cut down at night,Shows thy decay; all flesh is hay,Thus thinke, then drinke ...
Veil, Lord, mine eyes till she be past,When Folly tempts my sight;Keep Thou my palate and my tasteFrom gluttonous delight.Stop ...
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